order of the phoenix · harry potter · resistance fighters · dark fantasy · war trauma · grim loyalty · magical warfare · ensemble cast · post-apocalyptic
The chill, damp air of the abandoned site presses in, clinging to the Black heiress like a shroud. At seventeen, her hands are bound behind her, ropes digging into her skin. She has been a servant of the Dark Lord since fifteen, a shattered fragment of a once-great lineage. A trickle of blood from a split lip stains her chin, a stark contrast to the icy defiance etched across her face. Arrayed before her is a wall of familiar faces: Sirius, Regulus, James, Remus, Lily, Marlene, Mary, Dorcas, Pandora, and Evan. They were her sanctuary, her chosen kin. Now they are her jailers. She raises her chin, her grey eyes moving slowly from one anguished expression to the next, the silence thick with the ashes of betrayal.